Luyện nghe bài hát Real Talk (123)

On streets
You keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
with a gangsta nigga

They ain't the walk, they just talkin' the talk
people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to
Like they the to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down jeans in the front
In that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool it
They say only the ones who never had get and act a fool with it
Everybody's through the promotion
if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the
the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the side of the C's
When ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see 'em, ya tents are too light
Every sentence you is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the
But you got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every sucked you
they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you have keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob
like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a

They gon' strip you, have you naked next
Without security, you unprotected sex
You ain't fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the book and finger a nigga

If recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on
Nah, I think these hip hop con mans
Studio is played out now
This the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get shot
Fuck the cops, you on my
Fuckin' with a gangsta

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on streets
You better your hand on them heats
And what you sayin' on them beats
talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them
You better keep your hand on heats
And live what you sayin' on beats
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